the continuation...

The walk of last night was not the end. In fact, it was really only a nice beginning to a wonderful, indescribable time...

I don't even know why I'm bothering to write...there are no words to do last night any justice.

oh, we're like sinking stones
all that we've fought for
all those places we've gone
all of us are done for
but we live in a beautiful world

I appreciate honesty. Honesty and I went out last last night. [she's pretty good looking, that honesty...] We snuck into the Arb and pulled an Eternal Sunshine.

Of course, we had an adventure down the slippery, uneven rock steps in the dark, but adventure is a good thing. We took turns going first and calling back 'oops, that was a step there,' and 'oof! watch this patch of ice.'

'are you sure the pond is frozen, honesty? even though it's been warm?'
'of course i am.'

I had to jump up and down a little to make sure. We laid down and just looked at the stars. A mutual silence can sometimes be better than a thousand words.

'i wonder how many of those stars are really still there... and how many burned out a hundred years ago.'
'i think the sky is really a tarp. and those light spots are holes.'

More blissful silence.

'i could die right now, clem. i'm just...happy. i've never felt that before. i'm just exactly where i want to be.'

Laughter.

'the silence is so loud. i remember my dad teaching us how to listen to the silence. we were up picking huckleberries on mount adams in washington.'
'i'm cold, get up.'

'let's yell.'
'i don't know. i'm too scared. i'd hold back.'
'no, we should do it. don't hold back.'
'okay. i'm so nervous.'

Five, four, three, two, one, Garden State.

'did you hold back? don't hold back.'
'i don't think so. but let's make sure.'

Five, four, three, two, one, again.

oh, all i know
there's nothing here to run from
and there, everybody here's
got somebody

Thank you, Honesty, for being my somebody.